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Lord Nidokingu
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This is my first fic to be posted at serebiiforums. This story is intended to be humorous. Note that I have nothing against Ash or Pikachu, so try not to take it personally if it offends you. *hugs his Pikachu plushie* I sincerely hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. ^^
The Fall of a Legend(One-shot)
It was a warm and sunny day in Kanto and the region was alive with activity. Ash had recently returned to Pallet Town after achieving his dream of becoming a legendary pokémon master. Becoming all wishy-washy in his recent days (not that he wasn’t anyway), he had called up his old friends Brock and Misty to join him in the Viridian Forest for a picnic.
“Pikachu, where do you think they are? They went out for food an hour ago,” Ash asked, smoothing out the red and white checkered picnic blanket.
“Pika, Pikachu,” the large yellow rodent near him said dryly. Perhaps commenting on how cheap Ash was being.
Ash just sighed, taking his baseball cap off. “Hey, could you find something that’s edible? This place has to have some berries or something.”
The Pikachu narrowed his eyes. “PIKA!” he yelled. Apparently it was something about being a slave. It was hard to tell.
“Pikachu, I don’t pay you just to hang around,” Ash mumbled. He opened the basket that was on the blanket and let out a second sigh. “I can’t believe I forgot food.”
His pokémon growled but stormed off into the forest anyway. It was a little while before Pikachu returned.
“Hey, what’s this?” Ash asked curiously as Pikachu dropped a few grey mushrooms on the blanket before sitting down. “Mushrooms! All right!” He cheered, reaching for all of them and stuffing them down his throat.
“Pika…”
Later on, Brock and Misty traveled into the forest together with a couple of bags. “You know, we shouldn’t let Ash have any food. After all, it was his fault we had to go out and get some,” Misty suggested. She wasn’t in the best of moods at the moment.
Brock looked in the sack he was carrying. “We’ve got more than enough food here. Besides, we should have expected this. We’re talking about Ash here.”
“I’m not sharing any of my food with that kid,” Misty growled. “Mr. Legendary Pokémon Master should have grown up by now. It’s been how long?”
They both quieted down as they approached the picnic area where Ash and Pikachu were. Pikachu had apparently decided to take a nap and Ash was sitting on the blanket still. Both Misty and Brock dropped their bags carefully on the stereotypical picnic arrangement. “Sorry we took so long, but Viridian City doesn’t have much of a food selection at the moment, so we had to run to Pallet Town. Not that you should be complaining,” Misty said spitefully.
Ash made no response. He just stared blankly at the food.
“Ash, are you okay?” Brock asked, kneeling down next to the messy-haired kid. “Ash-”
“PRETTY RAINBOWS OF HAPPINESS!” Ash suddenly screamed, causing Brock to fall over backwards in shock. Misty also jumped at the sudden outburst. The yellow rodent awoke and instantly high-tailed it into the tall grass.
“What the hell?” Misty asked, wide-eyed.
“I see trees of me, bread roses too,” Ash sang. His voice sounded like a cat in heat howling.
Brock backed away and tried to speak over Ash’s Louis Armstrong interpretation. “Ash, shut up!”
Ash suddenly quit his glass-shattering screeching. “Psychedelic.” His voice suddenly switched to “60’s hippie mode”.
Brock spied something in Ash’s hand and squinted to look at it. “What is that?”
Misty, who happens to be able to squint better than Brock due to her eyes actually being open, immediately saw what it was. “It’s a mushroom,” she said, still in a bit of shock.
“MUSHROOM!” Ash screamed, tossing it in his mouth.
“Ash, no!” Brock yelled, too little, too late. Ash had already swallowed it.
“Well, now we know what’s wrong with him,” Misty says. She placed her hands on her hips and looked out of the corner of her eyes. “The question now is… How do we cure him?”
Brock started poking Ash in the forehead with a stick he grabbed from nearby. Ash let out identical yelps with each poke. “He’s kinda funny like this,” Brock admitted.
Bashing Brock on the back of his head with her fist, Misty yelled, “Stop that! That isn’t helping.”
Brock reacted and quit immediately. “Ow! Well there’s not exactly much we can really do besides keep an eye on him until he gets over his um…”
“TRIPPY!” Ash blurted out. Drool leaked from his mouth and dripped off his chin.
“I guess we can do that. We just have to make sure he doesn’t get his hands on any more of those things,” Misty responded. She noticed Pikachu nearby. Unfortunately, so did Ash.
“Look!” Ash yelled in a bubbly, overenthusiastic voice. “It’s a blue Pikachu! A… PIKABLU!” He leapt up and tackled the poor rodent. He wasn’t let off easy, however. The tackle made Pikachu upset.
“Pika!” The electric mouse screwed his eyes shut and let loose a massive wave of electrical bolts. They arced over Ash’s body for several seconds before he let go of Pikachu.
“Whoa-ho, far out…” Ash groaned.
The day didn’t get any easier. By nightfall, Brock, Misty and Pikachu were way more than worn out.
“If this ever happens again, I say we leave him and run off,” Misty said coldly.
Brock nodded in agreement for probably the first time in his life. “Yes, I’d have to agree.”
The sudden sound of snoring alerted the two, who both looked over at Ash. He was fast asleep.
“Finally,” Brock sighed. “Now we can sleep.”
“Yes,” Misty simply said in agreement.
The night went quickly for both of them. Soon, the sunlight poked through the trees, forcing Brock and Misty awake. Much to their surprise, Ash was already up and bounding around the campsite yelling the same thing over and over. “What Iraq! What Iraq! What Iraq!” he bellowed over and over again.
Misty sat up and watched this for a moment. “What is Iraq?” she asked, lifting an eyebrow.
Brock, who was also watching this, spoke up. “I’m hearing him say ‘What a rack!’”
“Ash? Say that? No. I refuse to believe it.” Misty crossed her arms on this one.
“I’m telling you, I distinctly hear ‘a rack’,” Brock insisted. “I know these things.”
“I guess you would…” Misty sneered. “Hey, where’s Pikachu?”
Just then Ash coughed something up. It appeared to be a yellow blob of some sort, like hair. Brock and Misty looked at Ash in horror.
“Where’s Pikachu, Ash?” Brock questioned in a worried tone.
“What’s a Pikachu?” Ash asked, looking around. “Man, I had the craziest experience last night. It was totally groovy… This talking pizza floated up to me.”
“ASH! You ATE Pikachu?!” Misty screamed. She jumped up and grabbed Ash’s shirt collar threateningly.
“No, man... It was a talking pizza. It kept saying ‘Pizza, pizza. Pizza-for-you.’” Ash explained, maintaining a calm demeanor.
“Oh God, Ash...” Brock said, suddenly not looking too hot.
Ash started bouncing up and down like a hyperactive bunny. Misty was unable to hold him still and was shaken loose. “I can’t believe you ATE him!” Misty screamed. It wasn’t much use. He simply ignored her and randomly ran off. Both Brock and Misty scampered after him. Brock, unfortunately, tripped over the basket, causing it to spill open. Mushrooms flew everywhere.
“Goddammit!” Brock yelled. “He stocked up, the little freak!”
Misty dashed deep into the forest with Brock not too far behind dodging branches and rocks along the way. Apparently, from all the shattered branches, Ash was not caring about pain at the moment. Finally they caught up with the tripping monster. He was dancing around not more than twenty meters from a steep cliff.
“TREE TOPS DANCING ‘TIL THE BREAK OF DAWN! EVERYBODY LOVES ME CUZ I SMELL LIKE YOUR LAWN!” Ash screamed in lyrical style.
“Stop it this instant!” Misty yelled, pulling sticks out of her red hair and throwing them to the rocky ground.
“Talking to Ash right now is like talking to a rock.” Brock said, popping out of the trees and looking at Misty.
Misty turned to him. “How is that any different from usual?” she yelled. The frustration was getting to her.
“Well, normally, he’s a smart rock. I know these things,” Brock instructed.
“Oh yeah, I forgot about that. You trained them,” Misty said, rolling her eyes.
“Hey, now I trained Rock-type pokém-”
“WAAH HOOOO!” a loud voice interrupted behind them.
Both Brock and Misty turned around and heard the voice emanating from beyond the cliff edge.
“Did you hear that? Where’s Ash?” Misty asked in complete disbelief.
“Hear what? Ash who?” Brock asked curiously.
“Hmm… Good question. Say, did you wanna grab a bite to eat?” Misty asked, walking toward the forest.
“Yeah, that sounds like a great idea,” Brock answered. “I’ll buy.”
“Oh, NOW you start hitting on me!” Misty yelled, smacking Brock.
“Hey, could you blame me?” Brock asked, hinting at days gone by.
“BROCK!”
The Fall of a Legend(One-shot)
It was a warm and sunny day in Kanto and the region was alive with activity. Ash had recently returned to Pallet Town after achieving his dream of becoming a legendary pokémon master. Becoming all wishy-washy in his recent days (not that he wasn’t anyway), he had called up his old friends Brock and Misty to join him in the Viridian Forest for a picnic.
“Pikachu, where do you think they are? They went out for food an hour ago,” Ash asked, smoothing out the red and white checkered picnic blanket.
“Pika, Pikachu,” the large yellow rodent near him said dryly. Perhaps commenting on how cheap Ash was being.
Ash just sighed, taking his baseball cap off. “Hey, could you find something that’s edible? This place has to have some berries or something.”
The Pikachu narrowed his eyes. “PIKA!” he yelled. Apparently it was something about being a slave. It was hard to tell.
“Pikachu, I don’t pay you just to hang around,” Ash mumbled. He opened the basket that was on the blanket and let out a second sigh. “I can’t believe I forgot food.”
His pokémon growled but stormed off into the forest anyway. It was a little while before Pikachu returned.
“Hey, what’s this?” Ash asked curiously as Pikachu dropped a few grey mushrooms on the blanket before sitting down. “Mushrooms! All right!” He cheered, reaching for all of them and stuffing them down his throat.
“Pika…”
Later on, Brock and Misty traveled into the forest together with a couple of bags. “You know, we shouldn’t let Ash have any food. After all, it was his fault we had to go out and get some,” Misty suggested. She wasn’t in the best of moods at the moment.
Brock looked in the sack he was carrying. “We’ve got more than enough food here. Besides, we should have expected this. We’re talking about Ash here.”
“I’m not sharing any of my food with that kid,” Misty growled. “Mr. Legendary Pokémon Master should have grown up by now. It’s been how long?”
They both quieted down as they approached the picnic area where Ash and Pikachu were. Pikachu had apparently decided to take a nap and Ash was sitting on the blanket still. Both Misty and Brock dropped their bags carefully on the stereotypical picnic arrangement. “Sorry we took so long, but Viridian City doesn’t have much of a food selection at the moment, so we had to run to Pallet Town. Not that you should be complaining,” Misty said spitefully.
Ash made no response. He just stared blankly at the food.
“Ash, are you okay?” Brock asked, kneeling down next to the messy-haired kid. “Ash-”
“PRETTY RAINBOWS OF HAPPINESS!” Ash suddenly screamed, causing Brock to fall over backwards in shock. Misty also jumped at the sudden outburst. The yellow rodent awoke and instantly high-tailed it into the tall grass.
“What the hell?” Misty asked, wide-eyed.
“I see trees of me, bread roses too,” Ash sang. His voice sounded like a cat in heat howling.
Brock backed away and tried to speak over Ash’s Louis Armstrong interpretation. “Ash, shut up!”
Ash suddenly quit his glass-shattering screeching. “Psychedelic.” His voice suddenly switched to “60’s hippie mode”.
Brock spied something in Ash’s hand and squinted to look at it. “What is that?”
Misty, who happens to be able to squint better than Brock due to her eyes actually being open, immediately saw what it was. “It’s a mushroom,” she said, still in a bit of shock.
“MUSHROOM!” Ash screamed, tossing it in his mouth.
“Ash, no!” Brock yelled, too little, too late. Ash had already swallowed it.
“Well, now we know what’s wrong with him,” Misty says. She placed her hands on her hips and looked out of the corner of her eyes. “The question now is… How do we cure him?”
Brock started poking Ash in the forehead with a stick he grabbed from nearby. Ash let out identical yelps with each poke. “He’s kinda funny like this,” Brock admitted.
Bashing Brock on the back of his head with her fist, Misty yelled, “Stop that! That isn’t helping.”
Brock reacted and quit immediately. “Ow! Well there’s not exactly much we can really do besides keep an eye on him until he gets over his um…”
“TRIPPY!” Ash blurted out. Drool leaked from his mouth and dripped off his chin.
“I guess we can do that. We just have to make sure he doesn’t get his hands on any more of those things,” Misty responded. She noticed Pikachu nearby. Unfortunately, so did Ash.
“Look!” Ash yelled in a bubbly, overenthusiastic voice. “It’s a blue Pikachu! A… PIKABLU!” He leapt up and tackled the poor rodent. He wasn’t let off easy, however. The tackle made Pikachu upset.
“Pika!” The electric mouse screwed his eyes shut and let loose a massive wave of electrical bolts. They arced over Ash’s body for several seconds before he let go of Pikachu.
“Whoa-ho, far out…” Ash groaned.
The day didn’t get any easier. By nightfall, Brock, Misty and Pikachu were way more than worn out.
“If this ever happens again, I say we leave him and run off,” Misty said coldly.
Brock nodded in agreement for probably the first time in his life. “Yes, I’d have to agree.”
The sudden sound of snoring alerted the two, who both looked over at Ash. He was fast asleep.
“Finally,” Brock sighed. “Now we can sleep.”
“Yes,” Misty simply said in agreement.
The night went quickly for both of them. Soon, the sunlight poked through the trees, forcing Brock and Misty awake. Much to their surprise, Ash was already up and bounding around the campsite yelling the same thing over and over. “What Iraq! What Iraq! What Iraq!” he bellowed over and over again.
Misty sat up and watched this for a moment. “What is Iraq?” she asked, lifting an eyebrow.
Brock, who was also watching this, spoke up. “I’m hearing him say ‘What a rack!’”
“Ash? Say that? No. I refuse to believe it.” Misty crossed her arms on this one.
“I’m telling you, I distinctly hear ‘a rack’,” Brock insisted. “I know these things.”
“I guess you would…” Misty sneered. “Hey, where’s Pikachu?”
Just then Ash coughed something up. It appeared to be a yellow blob of some sort, like hair. Brock and Misty looked at Ash in horror.
“Where’s Pikachu, Ash?” Brock questioned in a worried tone.
“What’s a Pikachu?” Ash asked, looking around. “Man, I had the craziest experience last night. It was totally groovy… This talking pizza floated up to me.”
“ASH! You ATE Pikachu?!” Misty screamed. She jumped up and grabbed Ash’s shirt collar threateningly.
“No, man... It was a talking pizza. It kept saying ‘Pizza, pizza. Pizza-for-you.’” Ash explained, maintaining a calm demeanor.
“Oh God, Ash...” Brock said, suddenly not looking too hot.
Ash started bouncing up and down like a hyperactive bunny. Misty was unable to hold him still and was shaken loose. “I can’t believe you ATE him!” Misty screamed. It wasn’t much use. He simply ignored her and randomly ran off. Both Brock and Misty scampered after him. Brock, unfortunately, tripped over the basket, causing it to spill open. Mushrooms flew everywhere.
“Goddammit!” Brock yelled. “He stocked up, the little freak!”
Misty dashed deep into the forest with Brock not too far behind dodging branches and rocks along the way. Apparently, from all the shattered branches, Ash was not caring about pain at the moment. Finally they caught up with the tripping monster. He was dancing around not more than twenty meters from a steep cliff.
“TREE TOPS DANCING ‘TIL THE BREAK OF DAWN! EVERYBODY LOVES ME CUZ I SMELL LIKE YOUR LAWN!” Ash screamed in lyrical style.
“Stop it this instant!” Misty yelled, pulling sticks out of her red hair and throwing them to the rocky ground.
“Talking to Ash right now is like talking to a rock.” Brock said, popping out of the trees and looking at Misty.
Misty turned to him. “How is that any different from usual?” she yelled. The frustration was getting to her.
“Well, normally, he’s a smart rock. I know these things,” Brock instructed.
“Oh yeah, I forgot about that. You trained them,” Misty said, rolling her eyes.
“Hey, now I trained Rock-type pokém-”
“WAAH HOOOO!” a loud voice interrupted behind them.
Both Brock and Misty turned around and heard the voice emanating from beyond the cliff edge.
“Did you hear that? Where’s Ash?” Misty asked in complete disbelief.
“Hear what? Ash who?” Brock asked curiously.
“Hmm… Good question. Say, did you wanna grab a bite to eat?” Misty asked, walking toward the forest.
“Yeah, that sounds like a great idea,” Brock answered. “I’ll buy.”
“Oh, NOW you start hitting on me!” Misty yelled, smacking Brock.
“Hey, could you blame me?” Brock asked, hinting at days gone by.
“BROCK!”
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